I can’t believe it... For more than a month my sister and I was alone, living in this cottage that someone else use to live. We nearly always starved, not being able to find food. But now.. we are no longer alone. We found her. We found our Mom, Gao Xiaolian!!! I still cannot believe Mom is here...
My day started off like any other, waking up, trying to find food with my sister. We found herbs outside of our cottage that we could eat. We sat in our table, talking about our Mom. Whether we are ever going to see her again. When we finished eating, we were cleaning up the dishes. But as I was washing the dishes, my sister told me to be quiet, and make no noise. We were dead quiet. We heard footsteps near the door. We were scared.. whether it was those soldiers that raped our Mom. My sister tried to lock the door, but it was too late. We were trying to go through the back door to escape again, but as we were trying to do that, the door opened. My sister tried to run without even looking, but I looked back. Just then, I stopped running. I couldn’t say anything. My sister and I were both staring at the person who came into the door. It was Mom. My eyes started to fill up with tears, and I ran to my Mom and hugged her tight. My sister and I were crying, not believing that Mom was here. Mom talked about how after she was raped, she tried to escape multiple of times, but she failed. But this time, she was able to escape from the soldiers and while she was escaping, this was the first cottage that she ran into. She told us that the place that she went to after she got separated from us was horrible. There were a lot of Chinese women, raped and brutally tortured. Mom’s body was filled with bruises and scratches. I am never going to forgive the Japanese on what they did to my Mom. But still, I thank God that Mom was still safe. My sister and I gave the left over herbs that we had for her to eat. I can’t stop crying... I still cannot believe it. We are never going to be separated again. Never. I am never letting go of my sister or my Mom. I promise.
December 8th 1937
I can’t believe it... For more than a month my sister and I was alone, living in this cottage that someone else use to live. We nearly always starved, not being able to find food. But now.. we are no longer alone. We found her. We found our Mom, Gao Xiaolian!!! I still cannot believe Mom is here...
My day started off like any other, waking up, trying to find food with my sister. We found herbs outside of our cottage that we could eat. We sat in our table, talking about our Mom. Whether we are ever going to see her again. When we finished eating, we were cleaning up the dishes. But as I was washing the dishes, my sister told me to be quiet, and make no noise. We were dead quiet. We heard footsteps near the door. We were scared.. whether it was those soldiers that raped our Mom. My sister tried to lock the door, but it was too late. We were trying to go through the back door to escape again, but as we were trying to do that, the door opened. My sister tried to run without even looking, but I looked back. Just then, I stopped running. I couldn’t say anything. My sister and I were both staring at the person who came into the door. It was Mom. My eyes started to fill up with tears, and I ran to my Mom and hugged her tight. My sister and I were crying, not believing that Mom was here. Mom talked about how after she was raped, she tried to escape multiple of times, but she failed. But this time, she was able to escape from the soldiers and while she was escaping, this was the first cottage that she ran into. She told us that the place that she went to after she got separated from us was horrible. There were a lot of Chinese women, raped and brutally tortured. Mom’s body was filled with bruises and scratches. I am never going to forgive the Japanese on what they did to my Mom. But still, I thank God that Mom was still safe. My sister and I gave the left over herbs that we had for her to eat. I can’t stop crying... I still cannot believe it. We are never going to be separated again. Never. I am never letting go of my sister or my Mom. I promise.